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Reforging old bonds	By : KusanoSaku Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 12611 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Title: Reforging old bonds
Pairing: future drarry, implied Remus x Severus
Fandom: Harry Potter
Summery: Harry grows up as Remus and Severus' son, spending school hours at Hecate's school for young witches and wizards. Despite the slight difference in their ages his guardians arrange play dates with both the Malfoy heir, Draco who is Severus' other godson and the Longbottom heir, Neville.
Author's Note: Since my Draco is older, I decided he had a previous obsession with dragons due to his name. Also that he would want to have Harry practice facing dragons so that in keeping with Slytherin values such as resourcefulness, cunning and self-preservation. I also have done my best to present Slytherin fraternity, cleverness and determination. Yes my dragons are different on purpose!

Chapter 18- First Task

Blaise burst in the dormitory, red-faced and bruised lips in mid-September.

Theo frowned, “Where have you been?”

“Doing homework for Magical Creatures…” Blaise clearly fibbed, “I was circling the lake and ended up on the Hogsmeade side of the Forbidden Forest. I know what the First Task is!”

“It’s always Magical Creature related isn’t it?” Greg yawned.

“Yes, but this time its dragons!” Blaise blurted out.

Theo swallowed, “No…”

Harry flinched, “No…”

“Someone’s trying to do in Harry again! Remember the Quidditch match first year?” Vince grumbled.

“Did you tell Draco?” Harry asked quietly.

Blaise shook his head, “I came to tell you first off…”

“How did you find out again?” Theo asked scowling at the Italian-Basque wizard.

“I told you…I stumbled upon it…”

“It couldn’t have been that easy…”

“I’m half-Veela remember? I have superior senses.” Blaise protested lamely.

“If that’s true, then what dragons are they?” Theo interrogated their friend.

“A Catalonian Fireball, a Romanian Long-horn and a Ukrainian Ironbelly all nesting mothers.” Blaise said almost smugly.

“Why do you know that?” Greg frowned.

“I don’t usually explore so far, Artemis mentioned I ought to. Said I would see something interesting. You know her, she never explains…” Blaise pouted.

Questioning Harry’s Slytherin sister wouldn’t do any good, she was tight-lipped and was known to keep things to herself…

Harry wandered out of the fourth year boys’ dormitory heading next door to Draco’s dormitory. Only to be informed by Urquhart, who was the closest person Draco had to a friend in that year since they were technically loners who preferred their studies that he was in his prefect apartment.

While Draco was prefect, his friend usually slept in the dormitory…

Luckily the fifth year prefect apartment wasn’t far, Harry knocked on the prefect apartment’s door.

While Blaise was nearly as obsessed with magical creatures as Greg was, Draco was the one who probably knew the most about dragons.

The door opened and Harry slipped in, “Draco?”

“Sorry, I needed a place to study and I thought we’d have more room here than the dormitory. Was going to send Dobby with a note later...” Draco said absently.

“Oh, thanks I guess. Blaise found out what the task was sort of…”

Draco knocked his inkpot on the floor in his haste to turn around, his hands were clenched tightly and his skin was paler than usual. “Oh?”

“…dragons…”

“What sort?”

Harry mumbled the answer.

“A Catalonian Fireball, a Romanian Long-horn and a Ukrainian Ironbelly all of whom are nesting mothers? Salazar’s Cauldron! You’re probably going to be expected to retrieve a fake egg from a nest full of real eggs without being killed or damaging any other egg.” Draco fumed.

“How am I going to do that?” Harry frowned.

“As much as it pains me, you only have one choice: flying. Mother bought us both Firebolts for our birthday; yours might be your only chance.”

“Are we allowed to bring anything besides our wand?”

“Does it matter? A summoning charm and you’ll be within the rules I think.” Draco shrugged.

“I haven’t quite mastered that charm…” Harry admitted shyly.

Draco chuckled, “I’ll show it to you. I know Blaise has a difficult time with charms but Theo and Greg should be alright. You can practice in your free time. I’m sure I can talk Uncle Sev into letting me plot up some training. Dragons are dangerous but I can help you with flying strategies for any of the three dragons. I read everything I could get on them when I was nine, I’m sure mother will send me those books if I asked.”

Greg was something that Uncle Ted called a kinaesthetic learner; he only did well if he was shown. He also had a hard time with reading, so they always took turns reading lessons to him. Blaise would read the Charms text out loud as well as edit Greg’s papers in exchange for some assistance in the spellwork.

Theo was just behind Hermione for marks, Harry remembered painfully.

“Thanks Draco!” Harry smiled shyly.

“You’re welcome…did you finish your homework?”

“Everything I need for tomorrow.”

“You’ve had a bit of a shock; you can take a shower and head to bed. If you close the curtains, my lamp shouldn’t bother you too much.”

Harry walked towards his friend, leaning in to kiss his cheek, “Thanks Draco, you’re the best…”

Harry found his bath things as well as his pyjamas and a towel waiting for him.

Draco was always looking after him, Harry vowed to be a good friend and worthy of the older wizard’s care…

XooooooX

Harry was surprised to have Draco wake him early the Saturday before the First Task, by shaking him.

“Come on Harry. We have dragon training to do.”

Harry groaned, trying to hide in the bed. “Don’t want to…”

“I won’t have you face it unprepared damn it. Come on. I even got permission from Uncle Sev to use the pitch. If you hurry, Dippy will bring us a picnic breakfast…”

The bribe worked well, Harry was jumping into his Quidditch jersey and grabbing his broom.

Harry probably shouldn’t have been surprised to find Blaise and Greg waiting for them when they emerged into the hallway.

Both of the older fourth year wizards were yawning.

Harry yawned, “Draco bullied you into this too?”

“Si,” Blaise nodded, holding up a roll of parchment, “I talked to Neville; he has art skills unlike myself. He used my memories of the dragons to draw them for you.”

Draco snatched up the parchment and unrolled it. He groaned, “I hoped you were mistaken…the Fireball might not be too bad but the Ironbelly has the most dangerous fire, it burns the hottest. Plus the silver dragon could carry off Durmstrang’s ship Thor’s Hammer if it got loose.”

“What about the Longhorn?” Greg frowned.

Draco shook his head. “It won’t attempt to roast anything it doesn’t gouge first. If Harry avoids its horns, he’s fine.”

“That’s not very reassuring Draco…” Harry muttered sleepily.

They slipped out a side door of the castle and made their way towards the pitch ignoring the brisk morning.

Once they reached the pitch, Draco took Harry’s Firebolt and walked to the opposite end of the pitch ushering Blaise and Greg along.

Harry was slightly annoyed. “What are you doing?”

“You have to summon the Firebolt first Harry! Then the three of us will attempt to simulate a dragon.” Draco called out as they pulled out their own brooms.

Harry sighed, “Accio Harry Potter’s Firebolt!”

The practically brand new broom was torn from Draco’s loose grasp and tugged all the way across the pitch where Harry caught and mounted it.

Draco had a bunch of rocks at their feet but only one was a different colour, silver for Slytherin House of course.

Greg had a beater’s bat and a whip he hovered just above the eggs, Blaise flew above his head with a whip of his own and Draco flew about dragon head height with a smug look on his face.

“Come on Harry. Time for lessons.”

Harry soared high and flew so he was above Draco.

To his shock Draco started breathing fire that Harry did his best to dodge,

Blaise was cracking his whip as if it were dragon’s talons or something just as fearsome.

It took some time for Harry get an idea…

He drew Draco and Blaise away and then went into his signature Wronski feint. Harry darted around Greg and his weapons snatching up the silver egg and cheering.

The older wizards pocketed their weapons and wands before heading to hug Harry.

Harry’s eyes widened in shock when Draco snogged him, it wasn’t one of their chaste almost brotherly kisses…

No this was the sort of kiss that his dads shared…

Blaise giggled, “If you’ll excuse me… I think I’ll go for a fly around the lake…”

Harry swallowed, “Thanks for the lessons…I have to go now…”

He left Draco behind with Greg; he didn’t jump off his broom until he reached the castle.

He kissed Draco…

Draco snogged him…

His body burned where Draco touched him.

Harry was embarrassed.

He was unsure how to handle this…

XooooooX

Friday morning, the day of the First Task dawned to Harry’s discomfort…

He had been so nervous since that kiss, Draco hadn’t mentioned it yet but Harry was worried how it would change their friendship…

Harry hid out with Theo, Blaise, Greg and Vince working on their homework.

There were no classes today and they could spend the morning studying.

Being a holiday, there was no march so Harry wasn’t needed to walk with Draco and their friends thank Godric.

They ate breakfast and lunch in the dormitory delivered by their personal elves.

Harry barely left the room except to use the bathroom until it was nearly time to head for the Task. Harry was surrounded by Slytherins who calmly escorted him out of the castle and only an islet where a hastily built stadium was erected.

The place was one-twentieth the size of the world cup stadium…

Slytherin reluctantly left Harry in their Head of House and Andromeda’s guardianship.

Theo, Blaise, Greg, Draco and Artemis hugged him, shook his hand and squeezed his shoulder in a show of support before heading to place themselves in the stands.

Harry reluctantly entered a garishly stripped monstrosity of a tent, Viktor entered nearby having joined Slytherin to march here and emerging from the King of Slytherin’s entourage.

Bagman welcomed the three of them, very obviously drooling over Fleur who seemed eager to stay as far away as possible from him.

Bagman announced that they were facing dragons, which wasn’t a real surprise just disturbing.

Papa squeezed Harry’s shoulder almost painfully.

“Ladies first…”

Fleur reluctantly reached in the velvet bag hanging from Bagman’s hand and removed a charmed toy Romanian Longhorn. Well it was green with long horns and had a silver ‘2’ hanging from its neck like a pendant…

“Children next.”

Harry bit his tongue to stay silent as he picked his own dragon.

His papa wheezed when the dragon Harry had was silver and had a glittering ‘1’…

While it reminded him of Draco’s eyes, Harry began to tremble…

A Ukrainian Ironbelly had the hottest flame and could carry off Durmstrang’s ship…

It was arguably the most dangerous of the dragons Blaise saw…

On the other hand, Viktor was left with the Catalonian Fireball that had a ‘3’…

A whistle rang and Bagman cursed running away from the tent.

Harry sighed, “Do I have to?”

“Unfortunately…” his papa ground out.

Another whistle sounded summoning Harry out of the tent.

Papa and Aunt Andromeda followed of course but had to stay at the entrance to the arena’s floor.

Harry trembled as he approached the dragon.

Bagman began announcing in an annoying voice while Harry tried to ignore.

The boos didn’t help because they nearly made his supporters in Slytherin inaudible.

Harry looked right at Draco and gave his friend a weak smile as he held out his wand to yell, “Acio Firebolt!”

He held out his wandless hand and caught the speeding Firebolt even as he leapt onto it and kicked off.

Harry soared, letting the broom flight relax him and ignored Bagman’s taunts about running away.

Despite the distance, Harry could see a gold-hued egg hiding among the pineapple-textured seafoam-coloured eggs. Much like Draco’s silver egg hiding amidst black stones, the golden egg glittered tauntingly even in the weak autumn sunlight.

Harry stayed high as he analysed the reach of the Ironbelly’s claws, the length of its tail, the strength of its chain and the placement of the golden egg.

He flew lazily as he examined the very real dragon.

Given the heat and the distance an Ironbelly could breathe fire, Harry was quite grateful for the dragonhide jacket, trousers and gloves he was wearing, they should provide some protection….

Harry waited until the Ironbelly was being engaged by its keepers due to its restlessness and then he dove.

Harry weaved around the flying spells and snatched up the golden egg in a flying pass before heading straight for his papa where it was safe.

Screams pierced his ears and painful heat struck his shoulder. Harry rolled off his broom and felt his jacket spelled off him.

Aunt Andromeda was muttering under her breath as she treated his burn.

Harry had been careful…mostly anyway…

Harry sat awkwardly on the pitch floor while the idiotic judges silently argued amongst themselves on a gold-decorated box.

Then Bagman’s annoying voice sounded in the air.

“The judges have made a decision…”

Harry was awarded a ten from both Bagman and Crouch, an eight from Dumbledore and the Beaubatons Headmistress while Karkaroff gave Harry a six.

That was forty-two points out of a presumable fifty…

Despite his original boos, Hogwarts cheered.

Confused, Harry walked off ignoring them.

He passed Draco’s cousin Fleur and tried to give her an encouraging smile as he headed back for the tent.

They found Draco and Brecc Montague in the tent to Harry’s surprise and papa’s annoyance.

Harry curled up in Draco’s lap after his friend demanded to know how badly Harry had been burned.

Draco was gentle physically but generous with his praise.

Harry finally relaxed, “I was so scared Draco.”

“I know, just imagine how scared you would have been without my help?”

Harry flinched, that would have been horrible…

With Draco’s soothing humming Harry managed to tune out Bagman’s commentary of both Fleur and Krum facing their respective dragon.

Eventually Bagman returned to the garish tent, the former Wimbourne Wasps’ Beater sniffed distainfully and stuck his nose in the air at the sight of Viktor Krum in Montague’s lap and Harry in Draco’s.

“If you are quite done flirting…” Bagman drawled, “the Second Task will take place on Friday February twenty-fourth at approximately the same hour. The clue to the nature of this Task lies within your golden eggs. Good luck. However the next bit of Tournament business will be the Yule Ball which takes place on the twenty-second of next month. I suppose I don’t have to ask who will be Potter and Krum’s dates.”

Before they could react properly to Bagman’s rudeness, the Triwizard judge had already fled the tent.

Harry really didn’t understand why Bagman was so rude or why it would be bad to attend with Draco…

They exited the tent to find Harry’s other friends as well as extended family waiting…

Grandpa Lyall pulled out a portkey and they ended up celebrating in Paris at a familiar restaurant…

What do you think? Outstanding? Exceeds Expectations? Acceptable? Poor? Dreadful? Troll?
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